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“Got something to say, Richie ol’ boy?” he asks and Richard huffs again.

“The bitch thought she was my partner, but she’s just a fucking woman. I was using her and she didn’t even know it. Dumb fucking bitch,” he mutters and then cries out when Loki slices an arc over his chest.

I step up next to Loki and place my blade under Richard’s chin, making sure the tip touches the skin of his neck. He swallows thickly and then winces as the blade catches, nicking his skin.

“And what were those meetings about with Kristoff?”

Fear lights in his eyes before he quickly masks it and purses his lips together.

“Loki, I think it’s time we step it up a notch.”

I follow him back to the cabinet and pick up an acetylene torch while Loki, surprisingly, grabs the shock belt. Walking back to Zac, he eyes the torch warily. I light it and he screams as I run the torch up and down his thigh.

“That was for not answering me before. Now, if you don’t answer my next question, I’ll do the same to the other thigh.” I pause as I wait for his eyes to focus back on me. “What were your plans with Lark if we hadn’t shown up when we did?”

He hesitates again and I lower the flame. He screams again as I slowly drag the flame down his other thigh.

“I’ll talk!” he cries out and I pull the torch back but keep it going in case he changes his mind. His body slumps as he gasps. I wait as he catches his breath and when he looks back up at me, there’s a sick light in his eyes that I don’t like.

“The first time I took her was going to be in the warehouse. A condition of using Richard’s connection to get Aphrodite’s Curse was he got to watch and have a go at her after I was done. Or to quote him specifically, ‘I want to see what’s so special about her that has everyone so obsessed with her.’ Then, we’d coerce her to sign over everything.”

I rein in my temper even though I’d love nothing more than to beat on them both for that, but I don’t want to stop Zac if he’s going to keep talking.

Then I hear fabric ripping and Richard’s screams, and I turn to look at him.

Loki’s sliced his dick clean off, and he drops it to the plastic mat with a wet splat.

Chapter 87

Reaper

IstepforwardandLoki moves aside as I cauterize Richard’s wound so he won’t bleed out. As he’s gasping for air, he glares at me and I hum.

“I’d say Loki here did you a favor. I can’t imagine being able to please anyone with that micro penis.”

And I really do mean that.

It’s so small it looks like a toothpick.

Richard’s arms tense as if he’s trying to pull himself up straighter but stops when Loki brings his bloody blade up to his cheek.

“That’s my sister you were talking about drugging and rapping. I don’t take kindly to people who do that shit on a normal day, but when it’s about family,” he pauses as he gives Richard a feral smile, “then things get extremely dangerous for said person.”

I turn back to Zac to find him staring down at Richard’s dick that Loki had tossed down on the ground, his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish.

“What was going to happen after that?” I ask him and for the first time, pure fear shines out through his eyes.

He nervously licks his lips, his gaze darting between the dick on the ground and me.

“I-I was going to take her to a place I’d bought about a couple of hours north of here. I had everything set up. I know she likes the woods, so I made sure there were floor to ceiling windows to let her see it all and there’s a small lake nearby as well. I stocked it with everything she likes,” he pauses as his lip curls and a bit of his fear recedes as his anger returns, “except for those that are beneath her or a woman’s station, the carving, beer making, and hunting. Those are men’s tasks. Not women’s.”

I bring the torch up and burn his nipple until the skin blisters red hot. Ignoring his sobs and cries, I bring the flame up by his face, not touching him, but enough for him to feel the heat.

“You’re a fucking stupid idiot. A woman can just as easily do the same job as a man, and sometimes, even better. No wonder she turned down your chauvinistic ass way back when.”

Then, I touch the flame to his cheek, giving him a mirror image burn like the one on Lark’s ear, cheek, and neck.

“From the sound of it, it seems like you were going to keep Lark under lock and key while fucking teasing her by letting her see but not touch or experience anything outside those windows of yours. So that was your plan? Keep her drugged out of her fucking mind and begging you for sex? Then lock her up in a cage?”